Alright I'm back! You guys want to see what Luna was doing during the invasion? Well here you go!
Luna sat in her chambers. Her eyes shut meditatively to ease her mind for the upcoming battle. In. Out. In. Out. To be called for battle, a few months after her first public appearance during Nightmare Night against invaders and traitors. Her face twitched. Guilt returned to Luna's mind fully aware of discontent about her return to rulership. She pushed them away. It's not her fault they decided to betray their nation and species for the honeyed words of shapeshifting whore. She slowly opened her eyes and stood. Captain Shining Armor's barrier is weakening and they need to act now. Dusk Shine's older brother. No. Sir Dusk Shine's older brother. Is he a Sir? His family is remarkably accomplished being Celestia's student, the Bearer of Magic, both parents are highly respected and Princess Cadance is the latest addition. Another Alicorn. So young too.
The world has changed dramatically since her return. Nations no longer existed. Languages were either forgotten or altered. Customs either persisted or died for better or worse. She can't get some of her favorite foods anymore. What shocked her the most was technology, skills, and magic. Locomotives are the first shell-shocking experience taking dozens to hundreds of ponies throughout Equestria and other nations within hours compared to days or weeks in her era. Food storage and production, fashion, medicine, entertainment, and magic. Things that once were reserved for the elites can be brought in a local store or can be taught to children as a leisure activity.
"Princess Luna, we've received reports about cracks in the barrier," A centurion bat pony announced after swiftly knocking on her door.
"Get your cohorts ready. Let's show Equestria and the traitors that we're not a bygone relic trapped in the night," Luna ordered. They saluted and exited the room. She approached a display case holding her weapons and armor. Luna sneered at the armor, feeling the maniacal cackle of Nightmare Moon ringing in her ears. NO! That's not her anymore. She grabbed her weapon. A khopesh-like from Somnambula's homeland in the deep south. They honored her by renaming her home village after her. Luna remembered Somnambula's wise words about hope.
"Hope is a terrifying thing. It's the oasis deep in the sands fearing that it's a mirage and dying of thirst. But you must walk or crawl for the refreshing water no matter how far it is or how hot the sun is"
"Hope," Luna whispered. Her frown deepened, sensing the barrier weakening by the second. She secured the weapon to her hip and exited. It's all she needed. Her section of the castle was in a hustle. Luna towered over them as they parted away from her. Some still feared her. She entered a meeting room. Soldiers, servants, a few Sentinels, and other forces discussed long-term strategies and countermeasures to deal with the threat. A sentinel was chatting with a heavily armored soldier carrying a monstrous halberd in one hand and a resolute shield in the other. Their armor was blazing red with soothing yellow and orange accents. A stylized sun covered their chest and other runes on their gear.
Celestia's honor guard. Why would someone as long-lived and powerful as Celestia need an honor guard? All rulers need a retinue of elite and competent bodyguards. It shows and builds trust. Your ruler places their life in your hands. An additional layer of security as she can't be everywhere at once. Honor guards weren't simply highly decorated warriors but also advisors and confidants leading their insight to better serve their liege. They keep them humble away from the polluting words of scheming chamberlains and infectious delusions of grandeur. Being Celestia's honor guard or any ruler's personal guard is a coveted position placing them on par with minor lords or outranked them when the situation calls for it. Anyone can be a member. The main requirement is being a stellar warrior, a competent tactician, and stalwart morals. However, some foolish houses believed they could bribe themselves into the revered post. They were mocked into obscurity or absorbed into another house.
Luna technically doesn't have an honor guard anymore. After her failed coup and banishment, the Night Court was widely disbanded and placed on night guard duty as penance. Skilled troops are found but have been a depressing fraction of itself. Luna gradually rebuilt her forces within the past year thanks to donations from Celestia and what little the Sentinels offered. Night Light, Dusk Shine's and Shining Armor's father, and their noble house provided a charitable amount. One of her vassal houses. She's astonished and grateful one of her allies remained in a privileged position after the horror she caused.
"Princess," They acknowledged and bowed their heads.
"Are the preparations ready?" Luna asked. Changelings are a deceptive bunch using guile and mindless horde tactics to hunt their prey. Chrysalis' grudge against Celestia is a taut noose likely finding weaknesses within traitors and opportunists to further twist the knife. Canterlot will hold. However, citizens won't be able to look at each other the same.
"Yes. I sent one of my units into the caverns to search for any reserve enemy forces," The honor guard spoke. Their armor labeled them as Bonfire Rush.
"I'll send some squads to reinforce you. Changelings are dauntless in their inexhaustible numbers," Luna offered. The caverns underneath Canterlot were an immense maze even with the detailed maps. Who knows how many were there in the dark?
"No need, Princess Luna, one of my units is more than sufficient," Bonfire Rush smiled under their helm causing Luna to raise a brow. Has Celestia's guard endured and maintained their skills in this peaceful modern age. "To be safe I put them in pairs," They shrugged before looking up along with Luna, tightening their grip on their weapons. Everyone paused. The barrier shattered. Straight Shot barked orders and any final assessments before taking their bow and arrows.
"Fight well with honor," Luna encouraged, heading to an accessway towards the throne room. They nodded and prepared for battle.
The castle erupted in a panic. Changelings were everywhere! They weren't simply coming from the sky but within the castle and the city. Chrysalis must've been planning this for centuries after her humiliating defeat. Luna thought to herself. How many identities did the Queen masquerade in the last thousand years? How many citizens were killed and replaced?
She unsheathed her blade at the throne's room entrance. Luna remained. Standing vigil against any incoming invaders and traitors. Nobody will enter the throne room without her knowledge. There was no doubt Chrysalis and her forces would do something to it but Luna won't let that happen.
Ironclamp and Gem Wisp marched with their legions and hordes of changelings at the vanguard. They paused, glaring at each other. Traitor Sentinels?! Gem Wisp was a unicorn and leader of the group with her family specializing in arcane jewelry. Ironclamp was a stocky earth pony from Gem's vassal houses who occupied the same mines.
"Well it's Nightmare Moon," Ironclamp mocked with a sneer. "Nevermind, the bitch Princess Luna trying to play the hero," His heavy features were marked with disdain.
"You dare sully my sister's castle with your treachery?!" Luna bellowed. "You dare bring them here without consequence?!" Her voice thundered despite its lowered tone, gesturing her blade to the chittering invaders. "You disgrace your family name,"
"You dare lecture about disgrace and treachery?!" Gem Wisp argued back with her aura flaring.
"I paid the price for it with my imprisonment. I shamed myself. I let my hubris and envy cloud my judgment believing that I was a better ruler" Luna confessed humbly. "Celestia and Dusk Shine gave me a chance to restore my honor. A debt that'll never fully be repaid even if I had another thousand years." She closed her eyes briefly with an inhale then glared at the traitors. "Whereas for you," Her blade tip motioned towards the Sentinels. "You conspired with one of Celestia's personal enemies who only see you as a stepping stone or snack," Luna admonished before a mocking smirk curved on her lips. "That's why Queen Chrysalis chose you thanks to your moronic vengeance. How dumb are you really? What did she offer you to entice this betrayal? Did she flash her rotten bosom or bare her rear end taking whatever pathetic shape to arouse your disgusting lust? Is your honor that weak? Or perhaps your spouses were too much for you to handle and lowered your standards for a whore? Your queen," She can see the rage and wounded pride stewing in their pulsating veins. The second-hand doubt in their troops' eyes. "Has no treasury or viable farmland. No allies besides barbaric scum and slavers days away from proper society. You can't rebuild your status or venerable house in a barren wasteland," Traitors get what they deserve. Only a minute handful of traitors were able to maintain their status quo throughout history due to betraying a sufficiently worse regime. Selfish traitors like them never last. They quickly found themselves disposable. "Although you and Chrysalis have more in common than you think. Cruel, selfish, vindictive, petty, egotistical, pathetic, and sees everyone as beneath them. You care for nothing besides instant gratification. Your oaths, morals, ethics, and the customs you and your ancestors once valued mean nothing. You will die. Either by my hands or Chrysalis fangs. No one will mourn you as your families erase your names from the records. A perfect end for greedy spineless traitors. To think your honored liege could produce such scum,"
"KILL HER! I WANT HER HEAD!" The changelings hissed and snarled before charging in for the chance to devour Alicorn's flesh.
"Come on!" Luna roared out, getting into a fighting stance. She blitzed. The traitors' smile fell into a twisted mess of fear, backing away as the changelings rushed into the carnage. Luna was swift. Horrifyingly swift for her stature. Luna wasn't dashing and flying but casually striding towards their position. She became an indigo wraith; trimming the horde with her blade and slamming the changelings in walls, floor, and ceiling. Her body and mind were weapons. Celestia would've simply overwhelmed them with her magic ending the battle within moments. No. They don't deserve the privilege. Her blade cleaved through two or three changelings with each stroke, leaving a silver trail. Heads, limbs, and entire body segments littered the honored floor with their filthy green blood. She's the storm's eye. Nothing touched her. Luna's keen reflexes adjusted her movements with a slight angle, taunting them when they thought she was vulnerable and caving their skulls in with a devastating kick. She missed this. The chaotic dance of battle with blood rushed through her core as she tested her might against worthy foes. Her stern expression exhaled as she continued to slaughter the useless fodder. Luna pitied the drones. They were children barely a year old. Starving. Tossed away in a futile war in service for a ruler, a mother who never loved them. How many did she kill already? Few dozen? Perhaps a hundred or more? The Moon Monarch didn't look back as she continued her spear charge. Her blade gorged on scores of changelings for what felt like hours but only the briefest of moments had passed. She cleared dozens of meters within split seconds but measured her speed enabling them to comprehend their folly. The traitors paled as her thunderous footsteps echoed like a locomotive steaming right for them.
"Form up or do something you useless sack of shit!" One of them ordered the troops to get them in formation. Ironclamp's troops formed the front with their heavy armor while Gem's raised their glistening spears. Luna crashed into them like a siege ram, splitting their spears, blades, and armor. They scattered like leaves, becoming broken and mangled underneath the bodies of their comrades. She was a crashing tsunami drowning them in her power. These soldiers took more effort but they died the same. Her fist spun one soldier's head three times like a balloon knot. She grabbed another by the tail and used them like a flail before tossing them out the window. Luna decapitated another and evaded a spear thrust. The traitor overstepped. Her fist was a compact cannon shot into their chest as they flew across the hall. Another had their shield bisected followed by their body. A trio of Gem's unicorns bombarded the princess with every spell that they could muster. Luna twirled her blade one-handed, deflecting the spells as she casually dodged. One erected a barrier. Luna walked through as if it was an open door. The first's throat cascaded a scarlet waterfall, forcing their hands to stop the flow. Another tried to stab Luna with a dagger. Her blade split the dagger and the traitor's forearm right to the shoulder reminding Luna of string cheese. The pommel crashed into their forehead. Her ears sharpened to thunderous steps. Something's coming. The wall burst open with a goliath in harsh iron armor, scattering stone and dust. Luna ignored the rest and focused on the new foe. It charged at Luna. She grabbed the iron goliath by the head crushing the helm like a biscuit and speared her blade into the chest of the third.
Ironclamp and Gem Wisp observed the slaughter in unblinking terror, dragging their heels towards the exit as their nerves trembled. The Goliath was easily a ton. It survived dozens of sustained cannon barrages without breaking pace. Goliath-patterned armor was designed to be the pinnacle juggernaut. An unstoppable force! Breaking through castle walls and enemy formations like dust. The armor combined with Gem Wisp's enchantments elevated Iron's family to minor nobility. Yet Luna picked it up like a toy. The traitors shuddered at the muffled screams as Ironclamp's troop struggled to escape. They watched the Goliath frantically punch and kick Luna as her hand increased the pressure, creaking the helm. Each strike demolished bone and metal but for Luna, they were pillow hits.
Helmet Horror. A suffocating experience every soldier experiences. The frenzied effort to breathe. Fingers struggling to ease the restrictive tension on the head despite the lethal chaos of battle. The Goliath's breath was a funeral chime echoing from within their helm. Their mighty metal mountain became their tomb. Blood filled their helm. From their mouth, nose, eyes, and ears. Luna's unworldly strength caved parts of their helmet, spearing their features. An eye was lost along with several teeth. Then it stopped. The goliath found themselves . . . floating? Where are their arms?! They couldn't move them but air stung their nerves.
Ironclamp paled as Luna sliced through the Goliath's joints and threw it like an all-baseball player. She jetted to them without a sound, peering down with a bored expression. The traitors' quivering troops were behind their leaders. Ironclamp brandished his claymore to spark a flicker of defiance. Luna decided to taunt them. Their blood chilled, turning them paler than Celestia as Luna leisurely snapped the sword. Piece. By. Piece. She didn't use magic but raw strength. There was nothing louder than the snapping metal until nothing but the crossguard remained. Gem Wisp's lavish jewelry illuminated fiercely, unleashing a fiery bombardment square into Luna's face. Relief spread among them as they did some damage to the Moon avatar. Each gem accumulates the magical reserves of a skilled unicorn. Gem Wisp released it at full power. A hand waved the smoke away dowsing any revere among the traitors.
"Was that the best you can do?" Luna deadpanned. Her face was a refined artwork unblemished by time or the elements. The attack did nothing. Luna didn't move, flinch, grunt, or show any sign of stimulation. Not a single hair was out of place. Disappointed but not surprised. Ironclamp made the iconic move of all cowards, pushing their partners towards danger and fleeing with soiled trousers and whatever soldiers followed. So much for being made from Iron. Luna allowed them to flee as they wouldn't get far in the castle.
Gem Wisp cast a desperate shield by clutching her necklace. Luna gazed blankly and taped it with a leisure finger, scattering the shield like porcelain. Her palm was an executioner's axe resting on the traitor's neck.
"Please don't kill me," Gem Wisp pleaded. Tears and sweat swelled from her pores, taking gargantuan efforts to establish control of her quivering bowels and not soil herself. Her make-up was already a mess. Dropped weapons and armor knees clanked on the ground with traitors begging for their lives.
"I'm not going to kill you," Luna answered plainly. Guardsmen poured into the hall, forming around the princess, and checked for breaches. Gem Wisp's heart bloomed in relief. It worked! Good. A few tears and the sacrifice of pride work wonders. She'll get Ironclamp for this betrayal. "Because that'll be a mercy you don't deserve," Luna whispered. Gem's heart skipped at the threat. "Take her and any survivors," Luna ordered, handing Gem Wisp to Celestia's guard and her Night Court. She shook the blood off.
"Where are you taking us?" Gem Wisp demanded, searching around for help with panicked eyes. She struggled against the loyalists. Guardsmen knocked out and muzzled any struggling traitors.
"You'll find out," A bizarre hood figure replied and snapped its fingers before Gem Wisp could answer. The traitors vanished in the next second.
Gem Wisp and her surviving guards found themselves somewhere, restrained against a wall. Were they still in the castle? They have to be. The architecture suggests Luna sent them to a dungeon but what dungeon was well-lit? Her mind shifted to lavish gala banquet halls where the air chimed with sophisticated laughter and exquisite foods. Chills stabbed the back of Gem's skull like a sculptor creating another masterpiece. Reverbing with each blow. There's a moving darkness approaching them. What foul sorcery is this?! Light bended and waffed around the darkness like a stone in a river leaving every feature indistinguishable.
"Ah! A blessing from the moon," The darkness beamed. Their voice was the jubilant celebration of popping open a special bottle of wine every several years.
"Where am I? Who the hell are you?!" Gem Wisp demanded. Her voice carried the entitlement of her station, cultivated among those who obeyed her former authority. She will have answers! How did they know Luna sent them here? Where were those strange ponies?
"My name? I surrendered my name long ago," The darkness answered, shrugging their shoulders before gesturing around. "Where are you? A place where nobody will hear you scream but even if they did. They ignore it," The figure snickered, finding amusement in this situation as if they were a child given a new toy on Hearth's warming.
"Do you know who I am?!" Gem Wisp barked, rattling the numerous chains. Who does this cur think they are putting her in chains? Her family will have their head.
"Perfectly well," The figure nodded as if talking to an entitled brat who never traveled beyond their hometown. "A sentinel with numerous family members serving faithful in the Royal Guard. Several in the gifted program. Along with dozens of notable achievements throughout the generations," The figure recounted her family legacy anchoring terror like a stone on the ocean floor. "However, you've committed treason and heresy of the highest order. It's one thing to rebel against a leader. A common story," Gem's eyes followed the being as the light moved around them, keeping their identity hidden. Was this a spell? "It's a completely different story when you assist a foreign leader who'll turn us all into food," A door opened followed by squeaky wheels. "That can't be forgiven," They stated before examining their tools and polishing away a thin layer of dust.
"Wait let's make a deal," Gem Wisp bargained. She picked her brain for an answer. Her estimates suggest they've only been gone for a few seconds. There's a strong possibility her family's vaults are still filled with extraordinary trinkets and treasures. Enchanted jewels, runes, master-crafted items, and whatever her family deemed valuable in the dozens of generations since birth. Gem's status is on a time limit. She must negotiate something while her authority has value.
The figure paused, tilting its head at the incomprehensive suggestion. "You can't be serious. Do you think my honor, code, and integrity are as flimsy as yours?" The figure mocked the Sentinel. "You were going to offer me gold. A night in bed with you or some of your servants. A good word with the princess and other important figures in the Equestrian hierarchy to boost my family's station," The figure predicted before lowering the tone and getting close to her, expanding the darkness. "You have nothing I want, need, or crave," The figure declared. They're above such petty wants.
"You'll never get away with this!" Gem Wisp snapped, echoing a forlorn threat. The figure guffawed. "What?" She questioned, unconscious of her hyperventilation. Some of the troops muttered, wept, and matched her rapid breathing while struggling in their restraints. They must escape. Where can they go? Magic is useless here as the area is likely layered with anti-magic measures. They can't fly either with the weights on their wings. Escaping on hoof is their only option. The invasion provided an ideal distraction for their exodus. Once they're off the mountain then they- their thoughts halted.
Then what? Where on Gaia were they going to go? Anywhere in Equestria is strictly out of the question. Bounties will be on their heads. Gem's family and associates will be condemned or reduced to outcasts. Equestria's and Celestia's allies won't harbor any traitors and return before reaching the border. Were they cursed on a permanent exodus? Forced to be vagabond with their status dwindling as a bygone memory? Could they stay together to round their strength or split off favoring their own chances? Chrysalis won't help them. Nobody will help them. Ironclamp and his forces were likely killed by now or escaped through his family's mines to parts only they knew where.
"I've heard that line so many times before. To let you know, I will get away with this. I can get away with this. I did get away with this. You're not the first nor will you be the last" The figure bragged at the sheer power shift, breaking their thoughts and seeing the wheels of hope fall off. Gem Wisp was once among the elite and powerful but now she's a common criminal. No common is incorrect. Common criminals were never sent their way. Only the especially heinous are gifted to them after a council. Celestia, bless her radiance, is reluctant to send anyone down here, offering the gift of redemption and atonement to everyone. However, some are unworthy and seek to exploit her generosity. She knew this. As a result, their organization remained a necessary evil and a deterrent. "My profession has existed long before Celestia. Long before the 3 tribes united," The prisoners' mouths slacked like a fish in the open air. It's impossible. Before the tribes united?! "What is my profession? The best way I can describe it is that I'm an interrogator and reeducator with a mix of the devil here and there. Here," The figure explained the purpose of their ancient order. Gem Wisp obsessed over the details when her soul clutched. She heard rumors of a shadowy organization established to deal with anyone who disrupts Equestria's harmony. Few ever returned. "You have no rights besides the ones I give you but Celestia's light shines upon you. She and Luna gave me strict instructions not to kill you," The figure informed. Killing them isn't part of the process. Death is a luxury.
"Oh thank Celestia," Gem Wisp whispered, easing her chains with a kindling of hope. A sharp strike jerked her head in another direction. She stared aghast at the unexpected mood change, blood trickling down her lip. Her bright eyes shuddered as her plans shattered like shale rock. No! She was going to surrender most of the information she had and keep some for herself as a power play in exchange for a lighter sentence. Play nice and do what they say. Maybe sabotage a rival house. Start a new life years later with a new name away from the glamour of Canterlot and any valuable secrets. Did she ruin it? Was she stuck here for the rest of her days?
"Never! Pollute her name with your traitorous voice,"The darkness fumed with heavy breaths. "You traitors will experience A FRACTION of the pain and shame you inflicted on this nation. You will wish to die but I won't allow it. That I promise and I promise…" Their voice darkened with fanatical hatred before exhaling to calm their mood. They flinched at another door opening. There's more?! More figures appeared but they had notable features. The malleable darkness was the only one to remain anonymous marking them as a leader.
"Why am I first?!" A guard from Gem's regiment protested while being escorted. Their glimmering pale armor was cracked. "She's the leader," They darted their head to Gem Wisp.
"Oh you're merely a refresher to see if my skills have dulled and test the resolve of your house," The figure taunted. They get a handful of blessings throughout the decade. Although the appearance of Discord provided some entertainment. It saw a mild influx of cultists who attempted to summon him or members of his species. "Oh please don't disappoint me. I love challenges. It allows for more . . . creativity," The figure encouraged, yearning to indulge in their sacred duty. "I'll save you for last," A smile and a pair of eyes glowed, intensifying on the traitor leader. It amplified the horror. Their captor was an ordinary everyday citizen. They weren't some grotesque hunchback creature with mismatched features kept away from society. No. They're someone you walked past on the street and never paid any mind.
"Why?" Gem Wisp stammered. Her refined skin grew pallid and clammy. She lost control. Amber liquid trickled from her quivering legs soiling her lavish garments. Sulfur fogged the air. Gem wasn't the first as some of her units already did. Few tried to end themselves by chomping their tongues off, choking on their gags, or snapping their necks. All failed. Death won't be coming for them.
"So I don't wait my time getting the same information for the rest of you," A chuckle escaped their throat, gesturing to the houseguard. Acquiring basic information can be obtained by a lowly soldier. Untested and easily broken. Gem Wisp will provide extensive knowledge of their treachery with specific details. "You will tell me everything and more," Gem Wisp's breathing accelerated. A huffing and puffing train engine with faulty brakes unable to stop. She was alone. All who were with her were escorted to Celestia knows where. "I'm going to be busy for years to come as you'll be an example of what not to become. The first of many,"
Luna did what she could after securing her portion of the castle with sections of the Night Court. Citizens helped each other, carrying and dragging others to safety. Laments about lost family members, friends, and business during the attack and desperately trying to save it. Save something. A family heirloom. Portraits. A valued piece of memorabilia or anything of sentimental value clung to this invasion. Why? They want to keep hope. Storekeepers rushed into their burning stores despite protests. Others died or were brutalized by petty looters taking scraps of wealth only to flee upon seeing her. Shame chiseled at her mind, recalling her invasion all those years ago. Did she do this to her home? Her eyes caught sight of a fluttering banner amidst the chaos with changelings about to overwhelm them. Not on her watch.
Copper filled Arbor Surge's mouth as their vision swam. Defensive orders bellowed in their ears as more units rallied around the banner. So many Changelings and traitors. Straight Shot joined them offering long-range support, eliminating any flyers. The ring tightened. Arbor stood with labored breaths, glaring at the enemies with a heavy ax in hand.
Straight Shot meet their eyes. "To the end," The marksmen said, getting low on arrows and taking their dagger.
"To the end," Arbor answered. They'll send as many as they can to hell before being devoured.
"Reinforcements! The Night Court is here!" Someone shouted. Arbor's eyes widened with astonishment as Straight Shot grinned. They cheered as Luna and her forces crashed into the enemy lines and forced them to retreat. Unicorns and artillery units refocused their attention on denser hordes of changelings. Communications personnel reported the event to all nearby units inspiring morale for the defenders.
"ON YOUR FEET GUARDSMEN!" Luna thundered with the royal voice. "OUR SISTER, OUR CITY AND OUR NATION NEEDS YOU!" Discipline straightens their spines in the presence of the princess. "ANY CITIZEN OR SOLDIER WHO WANTS TO GIVE THEIR FIRST, LAST, EVERYTHING AND MORE! RISE UP AND FOLLOW ME!" She encouraged, raising her blade and soaring to the castle. They followed her, echoing their voices with battle cries and warrior hymns of their respective houses.
She felt it, turning to the golden flame at the tower. Luna smiled. That's Celestia's magic. Golden flames washed over the Canterlot. Luna detected several magical auras from the spell. First was Celestia. The others were Cadance, Shining Armor, and Dusk Shine. She frowned. Why did Celestia use that spell? Dread filled her mind fearing for the worst possibility. Did one of the bearers die during their escape to the tower or was one of them replaced by a changeling? Luna surveyed the horrid and bewildered screams resonating throughout Canterlot. Some of the revealed changelings shone gold and green, marking them as defectors to the Celestia banner. Good. Luna laughed, imagining the dumbfounded expression on Chrysalis' face. Traitors illuminated black with their emerald changeling associates. More battles erupted for the deception. Luna shrugged accepting their new allies in this critical battle. It proved Chrysalis' control isn't absolute. Celestia with Rex in her grip and Chrysalis with dual blades resume their battle with brutal ferocity as both armies lend their aid to their rulers.
"Princess Luna, Dusk Shine and an envoy will meet you at the castle," A messenger reported. Luna grinned at Dusk Shine's name. She's proud of how much he's grown since their last duel, witnessing his skills at the wedding hall's defense. He stood against Nightmare Moon. Now they stand together against the traitors and their enablers.
Blueblood, Fancy Pants, Fleur De Lis, and others held the castle. Luna's dismissive of Blueblood deeming himself as Celestia's number. Hopefully, he dies with honor or stands with them in honor and glory after he proves his mettle. If not Luna will leave his corpse to rot in the town center allowing maggots to feast.
Looks like Blueblood got some balls. Now what he was doing during the fight and how Fancy Pants and Fleur De Lis were holding up?
Do you guys have names for Sentinels and other characters? I'll pick a handful of them and they'll play a role in the story. Give me their name, pony species, cutie mark and other information like their family crest or colors.
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